His lips are like the
edge of the galaxy.

His face , so bright
like mornings
sunlight.

His hair , wild like the
frozen flowers and
dandelions in the
meadows half
buried under
snow.

But yet so brave to find
a way to stand out
and show.

His voice , so calming
like a violin playing a solo
while shy and trying
to deny.

And his heart , oh his
heart , so pure and
divine* ~

Caressing you makes
me imagine how would
it feel like to finally touch
the fluff of clouds.

Touching you is how it
would feel like to touch
pearls in clams.

Inhaling your scent is
like inhaling all the scents
of the Arabia at once.

Kissing you removes
all the negative vibes
existing in the
room* ~

Weave your smile onto
my skin. Wash this body
from its gentle sins. Kiss
me softly where your hands
have been. Make me
shine like diamonds
and gems.

I've been burnt out like
coals. Emptied like old
gold mines. The winds
blew the flowers i had
knotted in my hair. The
clothes have fallen off
my skin. The fabric fell
off faster than the
morning's dew on the
blushing petals in the
meadows and woods.

And I stood there
shivering with my lips
quivering. Waiting for
you to remove the
branches and twigs
covering my naked
exposed chest.

Waiting for you to bring
me a dress. Waiting for
you to bring me shells
from the sea. Waiting
for you to adjust them
in my hair for me.
Waiting for you to
hold the small of
my back.

Weave your kisses onto
my skin. Whisper tiny
prayers at the dead of
night. Watch them fly
and dive into my ears.
Watch them tremble from
your lips like they do when
you tell me words of love
as we passionately kiss.


Tell me poetry written
by Shakespeare and the
famous Edgar Allan Poe.
Watch me blush and
cover my face as I wiggle
my nose and toes. Watch
me moan out the letters
of your name with your
every touch. Watch my
chest move up and down
like a hurricane. Watch
the ******* turn me
insane and stir the chaos
under my skin.

Weave your love onto
my skin. Make my body
your favorite quilt. Let
me warm you from the
winter's blistering cold.
Let me stay with you till
you grow old.

For I promise to be by
your side with every
road you chose to go.

I promise to be by your
side whether it rains or
snows* ~

The sky cries kerosine
when it watches us take
our lives and think of
suicide.

It cries kerosine when it
hears us call ourselves
worthless and relapse.

But it also cries tears
of joy the day we get
over ourselves and
pasts.

The day we walk with
our heads held high. The
day we walk with our
hearts full of pride. The
day our sorrows crumble
and die.

The sky sighs as it watches
us believe a little more in
ourselves. As we hold our umbrellas up to protect
our bodies from the fiery
red blazing flames.

And as we walk by the
river side saying apologies
to ourselves for the self
hate and the razor blades
we swallowed and ate after
cutting our own flesh* ~

What happened to the
simple things ? What
happened to love ? What
happened to us human
beings ? What happened
to when you'd look at the
sea you'd think of all the
things we could be ? What happened to the poetry
you used to see on the
curl of the waves ?

Did the pure hearts
shatter ? Did they break
and scatter ? Where did
our confidence go ?

Why is it that we reached
the point of jumping off
bridges and boats ? Why
is it that we reached the
point where our own words
cause us to cough and choke ? What happened to life ?
Who sharpened all these
razor blades and knives ?
Where did the respect
and loyalty go ?

I'm screaming under the
ocean waves from below. I
hope someone hears me
out there. And if they do
I'd like to know the answers
to these questions. I'd like
to know before my soul
leaves my body.

Before it wonders off.
Before it goes. Before I
become nothing but a
corpse. Before I drift
away above the tidal
waves to the
unknown* ~

Clothes stripped on the
porcelain floor. Shaving
foam applied on his beard.
A razor blade is held up
against his throat. Her
******* are now fully
exposed. They sit against
the sink his eyes blink as
she moves up closer
to him.

Head back on the wall.
She's got full control. Sharp
blades caress his skin. She
whispers sweet poetry as
the blade touches him. Feeling worried feeling little and thin.
He let's her carry on and do
her thing.

Silence falls as lust begins
to show in their eyes. They
both feel the heat and tension.
As she wipes off the cream
that's placed over his chin.
The good vibes start rise and
the love fumes caress the
walls and doors. He tells her
a story of a bride and a groom.
Little by little they find
themselves standing in
the bedroom.

Their hearts beat in sync.
Lust isn't making them think.
Passion stirs in their veins. They
both head to the bed. Skin on
skin. Chest to chest. Lips caressing each others necks. She moans
as he roars. Romantic poetry trembles out of their tongues
and wet lips. Chaos settles
in their hearts.

They finish their hot mess
and lay on their backs to rest. Hearing the pendulum clock
go tick tock. Wrapped in blankets they cuddle and snuggle. And
wait for dawn to come along.
So they head to the dock and
talk about their future plans and dreams. To kiss and hug as
they wait for the morning
sun rise and kiss their
faces and blushing
cheeks* ~

I'm a little snail with no
home or tail. All I carry is
this shell over my shoulders
and back.
Wondering slow and lost
into God's woods.
Living with the constant fear
of getting squished like cookie
dough by someones shoe.
Afraid of loosing my cool and
hiding for an eternity inside
my shell.
I'm a snail who goes wherever
my minds tells me to go. To
places that are high and
low.
Under leaves and branches
of trees.
I'm a snail who doesn't want
to live the rest of it's life alone
and blue.

A snail who wants love , a wife
and a cozy home.
I'm a snail who wants to have
children and a wedding on pretty
river stones , where
the water floats by and
the fish pause to awe
and sigh* ~